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By the time Haimar had filled him with cum for the third time, there was still no sign of stopping.
“Ah! Ngh—haah! Hnngh…! I-It’s full, too full…! Hah—!”
“You can take more. Don’t worry.”
His lower belly bulged obscenely.
Even just Haimar’s cock alone was overwhelming, but now not a single drop had been spilled outside—all of it pumped deep inside.
Every thrust sent excess cum dripping down Ben’s thighs, slicking Haimar’s length.
“N-No… Hah! It’s—too much, I’ll—burst—!”
“You won’t.”
“Haimaaa—! Ahh! Nnngh!”
With each brutal thrust, white fluid splattered as Ben’s stomach visibly swelled and deflated.
When it jolted violently, as if about to tear, Ben clutched his belly and sobbed.
Yet his oversensitive body welcomed even the rough friction, driving him to cling to Haimar with desperate, broken pleas.
“If you admit it feels good, I might let you come outside.”
“Huh? W-Wait, there—if you do that—!”
Haimar hooked one of Ben’s legs higher and, still buried to the hilt, twisted in a slow circle.
The cum filling Ben’s stomach sloshed, mixing violently as his walls were stirred—the sensation teasing his prostate until his brain melted into mush.
“Or should I fill you up even more?”
“Nngh! N-No, i-it’s good… Haimar, ahh! Feels good…!”
“Mhm. Feels good for me too, Ben.”
Sweet breath grazed Ben’s chest before Haimar’s mouth closed over a peaked nipple.
A flick of his tongue had Ben arching helplessly, his body begging for more even as he shuddered.
“Ngh… T-Too sensitive… Hah! If you tease me… ah!”
A playful bite made Ben flinch, but gentle licks soon soothed the sting.
He hated sharp pain, but the faint pressure of teeth and the wet swirl of Haimar’s tongue sent jolts of pleasure sparking through him.
Any earlier reluctance had long since vanished.
If he regained his senses, he’d be mortified—but right now, enduring this pleasure was all that mattered.
“Ah! H-Haimar, nngh…! S-So good, it’s—weird…!”
I’ll break…!
The flood of sensation was so overwhelming, his body might shatter.
Haimar’s lips trailed from Ben’s nipple to his collarbone, leaving dark marks, while his hips pressed relentlessly against Ben’s prostate.
Twitching like a live wire, Ben’s back arched—but every attempt to escape only ground him harder against Haimar’s cock.
The thought of being filled again sent a whimper tearing from Ben’s throat.
“Ahh… No more inside… Y-You promised… Nngh!”
“Then tell me—” Haimar’s voice dropped, lips brushing Ben’s ear, “—who’s fucking you right now.”
The honeyed words eased Ben’s panic—until Haimar’s next question, thick with lust, sent danger prickling down his spine.
“Hm?”
“Ngh—D-Don’t ask…!”
His thoughts were too scrambled for this.
Tears welled as Ben’s glare wavered, but with his body covered in marks and his skin flushed beyond recognition, any expression just looked obscene.
Frustrated, he bit Haimar’s neck—only for Haimar to laugh and offer the other side.
“Answer.”
“H-Haima! Ahh, nngh!”
Ben’s shaking arms finally clung to him, a half-sobbed reply escaping.
Again.
He’s going to come again.
The head of his cock, rubbed and handled raw, stung angrily, red and peeling.
His balls, long since drained to emptiness, could barely muster half an erection, dangling uselessly—yet the climaxes kept coming relentlessly.
“Whose Esper are you?”
“P-Please—! Ngh! Hah… S-Stop, ah—I’m gonna die, I’m gonna diiiie…! Hah…!”
“Say it.”
“M-My Esper…! Hah, ah—stop, stop, Haima!”
Bang—
Pleasure exploded from the base of his spine, shooting up to the crown of his skull.
Ben’s head snapped back as his breath hitched.
“Pretty when you cry.”
Even through the haze of tears, Ben could see the glint in Haimar’s green eyes—sharp enough to rival his own.
The man’s refined nose, reddened lips, and the dangerous curve of his collarbone were unfairly, unbearably sexy, leaving Ben no room to catch his breath.
The low, predatory growl that rumbled from Haimar’s throat sent an involuntary shiver down Ben’s spine, his hips jerking up—only for the cock inside him to shift at an angle, scraping against his oversensitive walls.
“Ngh… Hah… P-Pull out…! Haima… ah…!”
In the end, Ben came again with a choked whimper, his back arching as thin, watery spurts dribbled pathetically from his spent cock.
His will to resist was meaningless—his body had long surrendered to pleasure.
He’d lost count of how many times he’d come.
There was nothing left to squeeze out, just this weak, diluted mess.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, Ben even forgot to breathe—until Haimar sealed their lips together, forcing air back into his lungs.
The shared breath was scalding, thick with heat.
As Ben gasped, Haimar murmured against his mouth:
“Say it again.”
“…Huh?”
Blinking tear-soaked lashes in confusion, Ben hesitated—but Haimar wasn’t letting him go without an answer.
The man tilted his head, lips brushing Ben’s ear in silent demand.
Struggling to recall, Ben finally stammered:
“M-My Esper…?”
“Haah.”
The exhale was thick with satisfaction.
My Esper.
Haimar liked the way it sounded in Ben’s voice.
Hearing his name whispered in pleasure was one thing—but being claimed like this?
That was new.
And he liked it.
As Ben writhed in post-orgasmic exhaustion, Haimar finally pulled out with a filthy, wet sound.
Their mixed release dripped from Ben’s gaping hole, pooling in the dip of his navel.
His insides had been scorching just moments ago—now it was his stomach burning under the mess.
Dazed, Ben could only stare up at Haimar with half-lidded eyes.
Haimar met his gaze, breathing shallowly, his pupils still dark with lingering hunger.
His stare trailed down Ben’s body—finally settling between his legs.
Ben’s ass was soaked, sitting in a puddle of their spend.
Plop—
The moment Haimar’s cock slipped free, the fluids trapped inside Ben began leaking out in thick rivulets.
His hole, still fluttering weakly with each breath, gushed like an open faucet.
Only when Haimar’s gaze darkened did Ben realize—he was watching.
Watching him spill everything out right in front of him.
“Ngh—!”
Ben tried to clamp his thighs together, but his hips ached far too much from being spread open for so long.
He couldn’t even bend his knees.
Trapped, he could only glance up at Haimar with helpless frustration.
“Had enough?”
Ben couldn’t bring himself to say yes outright—but he nodded weakly, fingers clutching Haimar’s arm.
Truthfully, he’d wanted to stop after the third round.
Regretting his earlier recklessness was pointless now.
He just wanted Haimar to stop—but how?
All he could do was whimper his exhaustion.
“It’s… too much. I’m tired.”
“What if I’m not done yet?”
“What more could you—! Ngh!”
Thrust—
The sudden fullness made Ben jolt.
Haimar’s cock slid back in effortlessly, gliding along his oversensitive walls.
“H-Haima! I said—ah! I said I can’t…!”
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